Have any of you had Botox?
I am turning in to someone I would have made fun of 10 years ago. I am 41 years old and I had my SECOND botox injection yesterday.
My wife is a dermatologist, so it is essentially "free." I also had "fillers" under my eyelids.
Who am I?
Where does this path lead? It can't be anywhere productive. As Radiohead so aptly said in their greatest song on their greatest ever recorded album, "gravity always wins."
Am I just kicking a can down the road that will stay un-wrinkled but will get creepier and creepier looking? Why can't I admit "IT'S OVER?"
I'm putting botulism in my face and at the same time, real shit is happening. What a fucked up world. As my wife was injecting me I started laughing. No joke, a needle is in my forehead and I couldn't stop laughing. "What's wrong?" she asked. "People are fucked up," was my reply.
I can't believe what people do for narcism and now, I am one of them. So fucked up.
Injections in the face, circumcision, feet binding, whatever.... humans are weird. Im one of them.
Some perspective:
Not yet, but at age 30-something I haven't really started getting serious wrinkles yet. I'm pretty sure I'll never consider Botox. When I started balding I didn't go for a comb-over or anything like that, I did a buzz-cut instead. People change though, myself included, so who knows what I might do in 10 or 20 years. Or maybe Botox will be a thing of the past by then, replaced by some kind of miraculous new anti-ageing technology.
A friend of mine has chronic migraines. She is getting Botox injections to help deal with them. Apparently it is fantastic for this purpose, but hard to get the insurance company on board with the idea. Me? I dunno. I've never cared about such stuff. I tell people I'm pushing 50, and they laugh heartily, look at me, see I'm being honest, and say, "wait... what? No shit? Fifty? Wow..." I think that's more because of my childish nature, rather than boyish good looks. :-P
That's dumb. It's been an FDA-approved protocol for nearly ten years. https://www.botoxchronicmigraine.com/ Granted, we recently discovered that one of the companies we contract with won't pay for more than one pelvic exam during pregnancy. "What? You checked her. She was good. Why are you checking her AGAIN? You horrible doctors with your frivolous exams driving up rates for the good citizens of this country..."Apparently it is fantastic for this purpose, but hard to get the insurance company on board with the idea.
Tattoos, laser hair removal...botox. I see them all on a level. Do what you need to do or feel compelled to do with your body so long as it genuinely makes you feel better about your presentation/appearance, and doesn't inflict more harm than ease to you. I say embrace it a little bit. You care about your appearance. That is a good thing. You may be feeling a bit silly and vain and maybe Botox is -- or maybe it makes a difference to you which makes a big difference in you -- or anywhere in between or all depending on the given moment. A little botox doesn't have to be a slippery slope. I promise ya :) Go on with ya bad self, and do ya thang, and feel good too. So long as you can laugh at yourself if you think you might be being a little silly -- I say you are in the clear.
This is a nice comment to start your day with. Thank you. Super positive.
You have every right to feel good about your body, and people make minor alterations on par to Botox all the time. :) I support you. I support the idea that every person has every right to their own body, and autonomy as expressed through such. There are times I have to agree that society step in and prevent; self harm, eating disorders, etc. But otherwise...it’s yours, and don’t let anyone make you feel any shame for it.
It's in a Pubski here somewhere. I went running as I always do (when I have time; this quarter has sucked mightily if for no other reason that my regular exercise has been effectively obliterated) and going up the hill a dude blazed by me as if I was sitting still. This doesn't happen very often and I was mopey about it for at least 500 yards. Then I realized that the dude who blazed by me was a kid who blazed by me. I was old enough to be his dad. And I'm still out there, running. Getting old is something we all do. The question is, are we doing it well. I have zero prescriptions. I can run. I can ride a bike. I can take care of my property. I can change a tire (shit I can change an engine), I can balance a checkbook, I can make a poached egg. My dad's hair was white by the time he was my age. Both my parents were paunchy. Most of the crew I graduated high school with is old and fat; I got a friend looking for his third pancreas. Me? I finally got around to gaining some flexibility. I'm in pretty goddamn good shape, BMI be damned, and of the seven or so people I hung out with the most these past three months only one of them is old enough to drink (and him just barely). We had to do self portraits for art. The girls all did their best to doll up; the guys all did their best to look tough and virile. I drew myself with my over-large chin held out proud and spent an hour getting the wrinkles above my eye right. I got shoes older than most of the people I hang out with these days and it doesn't make me less of a person, it makes me more of one. That said, I ain't growing out my beard. For one thing, they're scruffy. For another, it's gonna come in the color of fireplace ashes. I can talk a good game but let's not accelerate the decrepitude too much.
God that was only like four months. I talk about the Schwartzchild Radius of my life in LA - how time dilates ridiculously and I lose all sense of perspective. But I've been beyond the event horizon since fuckin' January and by the time I make it back out the Morlocks might be running things for all I know...
I drew myself with my over-large chin held out proud and spent an hour getting the wrinkles above my eye right.
It's a damn fine drawing too. Well done. Did you share it on Hubski?
There it is. Its such a good drawing that I was hesitant to compliment you on it. I thought it could be some new phone app that takes a photo and makes it look like a drawing.
End-of-quarter drawings are above. Beginning-of-quarter drawings are below. See? Look! We all learned so much! This wasn't a total waste of time, not at all! just kindly disregard the fact that we were instructed to spend no more than an hour on the beginning-of-quarter and had nine hours in class for the end-of-quarter and were encouraged to spend more
Never...I don't really care if I get wrinkly or not.Have any of you had Botox?